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know my place.

constant reflecting... my place is that golden throne above yet my mind lingers towards the depths below. 

distracted by the familiar comforts; that warmth of another body draws me from the truest form of the depths.

betraying this pure heart of mine... honour in hand, I leap forth. 

I let that warmth dissolve and encompass me.

every day the reflecting pool grows dull, a flutter of what was once... a swallow’s breathy wings echoes from the cold throne;

 abandoned.

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#peachi poet #personal #love is but a delicate flower #easily poisoned and easily saved

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The Ultimate Princess Dress by Teuta Matoshi Duriqi

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yin and yang; the two worlds between worlds

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yin and yang; the two worlds between worlds

#poetry #mine #lovers #poetic #not my photos #credits to the owner #published works #dark academic aesthetic #dark academia #academia #when you fall in love again #loving #love yourselves #depression #anxiety #dissociation #serenity #serendipity #finding love once more #i love you #i adore you #te amo #mi amore #mon chere #nirvana #spiritualism #symbolyism #prayers #hear me now #peachi poet

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Delicate.

I desire to be delicate to you. Like a doe resting in a grove of flowers.

Though this heart leads me to be cautious of you. I wield these harsh words like a dagger against your throat.

I dare you to underestimate my defences. The scarlet slash in your flesh is so vivid in my mind.

The desire to be delicate still lives in my mind, but these hands, this voice, these eyes of mine have lived a life unknown to delicacy.

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#idk what im doing #just my thoughts #peach poet #peachi poet #my words #tw// blood #tw// knife

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Wendy Mark “RED SKY” (FOR JOHN ASHBERY) 7 ½" X 7" MONOTYPE, 2010

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temptation

As if death were on my fingertips,

I could only look from afar.

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Your bud, sparkled, blooming,

My temptation wavered.

We broke in two.

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I touched your soft petals,

Despite the cold death.

Wallowed in your withering warmth.

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I could only look from afar,

As if life was glistening on your lips.

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#sex and love never felt more distant to me than while i was in your arms #love #love poem #poetry #poem #peach poet #my poem #forbidden lust #temptation

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nikki_makeup via instagram

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love you...

personal vent poem about a flashback. please do not read if you have abuse triggers or do not like seeing this kind of content. 

i’d love to see you, he said

smell you,

touch you

hold your throat between my hands,

your breath mixing in mine,

life draining before me, because i am powerful.

suffocating much more than my lungs, 

my heart, my mind, my life; everything felt so fogged and dark.

even though you can’t reach here anymore, 

those hands still hold me

bind me,

constrict me.

wrapping and thickening; enveloping.

nothing can touch me, nothing can break this

i’d love to leave you

but you love to hurt me more.

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#tw// subtle indications of physical abuse #tw// abuse #vent poem #flashback #personal #peach poet

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lotus

the pond is so quiet now, where have all the butterflies gone?

where has the rain gone; your petals, once so lush and full, are now dry and burning

oh lonely lotus, the bed of lily pads are so cold. 

was there not another lotus who kept you warm those nights?

who held you close, who made this lonesome pond of yours feel void of such gloom.

I don’t remember anymore, all the pain feels the same in time

take my hand lonely lotus, 

take root in a new pond, you are still so lovely--

I couldn’t, whoever they may be, I await their return

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#loneliness #abandonment #there are times when I can't explain it #who really wants to be the one who hurts first? #isn't it better to be lonesome and forget before they can really hurt you... #not poetry #peach poet #mine

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I forget

I forget that these feelings come in waves; forgotten how they make me ache.

I’ve lost all train of thought, I’ve forgotten...

Forgotten how much it meant to hurt, and hurt, and hurt; hurting as if nothing could ever be more than the self inflicting suffering, no more.

Distracted by the sun, she’s so bright.

Forgotten about the black moon, she’s so chaotic.

I’ve forgotten, forgotten how to live without you.

#depression hits different when you’re not being careful #mental illness #mentally tired #nothing has felt right for a while #not so poetry just my feelings babe #depression #anxiety